(Chorus: NEZZY)

Tried to weigh my options made the scale break
Opposition dropping like a tailgate
Im eating fresh food off a stale plate
Got ya king in check never stalemate
Slave for today could be a pharaoh tomorrow
Some days just no escaping the sorrow
Need a hitman just scan the barcode
Jack my swag please return what's borrowed

(Verse: NEZZY)

You mistaken if you think i give a fuck
Want a reaction you shit outta luck
This for my hustlers players hippies & the thugs
You gotta pistol go ahead lift it up
Chopped a tree down then i branched out
Got it on my own did it all without a hand out
Turned all my haters into fans now
Got ya outnumbered better stand down
Lost my L's still hustled on a Schwin
Whats a middleman to a king pin
Every loss transformed to a win
Picked my dreams up out the trash bin
Do i want the impala or monte carlow
I aim high never set the bar low
Damaged goods turned to precious cargo
Feel like Lorne Malvo first season of Fargo

(Chorus: NEZZY)

Tried to weigh my options made the scale break
Opposition dropping like a tailgate
Im eating fresh food off a stale plate
Got ya king in check no stalemate
Slave for today could be a pharaoh tomorrow
Some days just no escaping the sorrow
Need a hitman just scan the barcode
Jack my swag please return what's borrowed

(Verse: Pohnny)

I know my problem is i like to trip
I see myself inside the whip
Im rollin with a half a zip
You do not get the half of it
Im ducking when the coppers get too close
I cant take not a risk
Im not supposed to be behind this wheel
But shit who stopping this?
Im cold blooded, i move slow
But strike with all the speed
Im on that you know what I mean
Pop a bean when i'm on the scene, look
I could go drug talk, pull a pistol
And let my gun spark
40 on my waist get to barking
Who let them dawgs out
Niggas speak a bunch of words
With nothin real to say
What's on my plate? shit nothin great
Pussy from what's her name
I call her up, she slide thru
She let me touch her butt, i bust a uh
She hates me unless im in them guts
The map is where she at
I put her on it with you rats
Racking up the racks, dont need no plaques
Aware of that but shit, got options
With this rap and this is facts
I make slaps, that real shit, ill bring it back

(Chorus: NEZZY)

Tried to weigh my options made the scale break
Opposition dropping like a tailgate
Im eating fresh food off a stale plate
Got ya king in check no stalemate
Slave for today could be a pharaoh tomorrow
Some days just no escaping the sorrow
Need a hitman just scan the barcode
Jack my swag please return what's borrowed"